Morning sun

Todays Napowrimo prompt was ‘An aubade is a morning love song’ morning sun

I have missed my lovers face,  as darkness hid  him through the night

Now dawn breaks, shards of morning sun

Dances with the breeze on my lovers face

I gaze at him, as he sleeps soundly, His tender face, rested, calm

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Wanting to kiss him awake to see the glorious day ahead

Birds sing their morning glory, I want him to wake

Share the sun, the birds and the flowers dancing in the breeze

Creeping from the room, I turn to watch him

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Just for a moment blissfully unaware that the night has gone

I make the coffee, the richness fills my head

I know as he lies sleeping, the sun caresses his face

A gentle kiss on his lips , he opens his eyes slowly and smiles

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There is the brightness of the day

The warmth of the morning sun

The song of the birds, the breeze in our face

and the day of happiness lies ahead.

I can’t see the wind

The curtains sway in the light breeze

It brushes against my face like a hundred butterfly kisses

It’s gentleness can hardly be seen or heard

Dark skies are building there is change to come

 

The curtains dance almost out of control

The wind has blown in from the east

I can hear it roaring around the trees

It’s strength builds and gains momentum

 

I can see the devastation that it has caused

The leaves stripped from their branches

The branches ripped from their trunks

It’s wildness bending trees to the ground

 

I can feel its harshness against my skin

It’s makes my eyes stream with water

It takes my breath away as rushes at my face

It’s almost pushes me off my feet

 

I can’t see the wind just what its doing

It will blow out as quickly as it blew in

It’s invigorating, wildly tussling my hair

It makes me feel wonderful to be alive

Persimmon Sun

Persimmon Sun rises in the east,

It shines like a bright jewel in the sky

Catching its warm rays on my face

I bask in the early morning sun

 

The blue sky stretches as far as I can see

There are no clouds to taint it

There is  a freshness to the morning air

A slight chill in the soft breeze

 

In the distance there is a mist so strange

Just the tops of the trees peep though it

Above the sky is clear and blue

Underneath is lost for the moment

 

Its five in the morning, there is nothing quite like it

The morning dew shines in the orange light

There is an innocence at this time of the day

A purity that is refreshing as a new day dawns.